The pain was unbearable. Like someone shoved a poisoned tipped dagger deep into her abdomen. The poison spread through each vein, infecting them with vindictive glee. Her mind was split, the pain was in so many different locations. Her mind suffering overload, not being able to focus on one specific pace.

A cold sweat dripped down her forehead, as she clenched her hands into small fist, her manicured nails drawing blood from her palm. Bonnie, reached for her phone, recoiling when pain flared through her outstretched limb.

Her throat burned from screaming, and yelling. Her body curling into a small ball.

Tears stung her vibrant emerald eyes, her hair sticking to the back of her neck uncomfortably. The warning from the witches resounding in her head. She closed her eyes, attempting to block out the outside world.

All stimuli hurt, any movement hurt. A pain forming in the unreachable part of her head, another catapulting her heart into a frenzy of agony. She heard every beat clearly, and felt each pain along with it.

She sat there waiting for herself to black out once the pain became too much. Unfortunately her body held out, in the place between consciousness and physical torment.

"Bonnie."

The young witch's eyes flashed open, a small amount of joy erupting in her. Bonnie recognized the voice despite, her pained state. Rebekah.

For once the caramel skinned witch was actually happy with the idea of Rebekah needing something from her. Bonnie wasn't an idiot, she knew it could possibly take days before anybody found her. They wouldn't notice unless they needed something. They never did.

For some reason, Bonnie could hear each step Rebekah took on her home's worn steps perfectly. Thank god, Rebekah invited herself in. Or better yet, Bonnie had invited her in days before because Rebekah threatened her otherwise.

She heard her door open, but didn't lift her head, instead she remained in the fetal position.

"Oh my god," Rebekah covered her pink lips with the palm of her pale hand. Rebekah looked down at the sweaty bruised body of the young witch with fear. Whatever was hurting her, was working from the inside out.

Rebekah fell on her knees, in front of the girl. She picked her up gingerly, the moans and whimpers of pain from Bonnie unavoidable.

One second they were in the empty Bennett residence, the next in the mansion that belonged to her family. Bonnie hadn't been here before, Rebekah recalled her absence at the ball. Rebekah laid her down, on a guest room bed.

She needed the witch alive, she was the only one who could help her. She could ask Nik for help finding a witch. But, Rebekah knew her older brother. He was a nosy thing, he would want to know why. If he found out why she needed a witch he would dagger her once again.

Leaving the room to gather some emergency supplies, her home didn't contain many of them, due to the fact the resident's themselves had no need for them. But she returned with what she could gather.

Picking up her phone she dialed Elijah's number. If anyone knew how to care for a human it would be him. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello my dearest sister," Elijah answered his voice calm and impassive as usual. What caused Rebekah to fume inwardly, she missed him when he actually showed any emotion. But her pride would never let her admit that.

"Let's say someone is burning up with a fever, and you didn't want to give them your blood, what would you do?" Rebekah asked as calmly as ever.

Rebekah could hear the interest in her older brother's voice, "What is keeping you from giving this 'person' your blood?"

Rebekah momentarily froze, what exactly was keeping her from doing that? It didn't take long for the blonde to figure it out, Bonnie would hate having Vampire blood in her system. Especially due to the fact her mother was recently turned, because of her brother's actions.

"Just answer the damn question," Rebekah demanded.

"Have that 'person' drink plenty of water along with the prescribed amount of aspirin, which can be found on the bottle. If the fever is extremely high call a doctor or give them your blood." Elijah answered after a small sigh.

Rebekah hung up, before going back into the witch's room, to see her wide awake and staring at the ceiling with a tired expression. Rebekah silently placed the clear glass of water and two tablets of Aspirin on the bedside table.

Bonnie gladly, swallowed down the tablets and chugged the glass full of water. The pain had long diminished but her body was still sore and tender.

"What Rebekah?"

Rebekah crossed her thin arms,"Look I get it you don't like me, I don't really get why considering I have done nothing to you personally. I however understand why you're angry with my family in general because of your mother turning into what you hate. But, I need your help. I'm tired of asking nicely, next time I have to revisit this same question I won't hesitate on ripping that petty doppelganger's throat out."

Bonnie frowned as Rebekah continued,"Now will you assist me?"

"Why do you need my assistance exactly?"

Bonnie took in the expression on Rebekah's face,"Oh come on it's only fair I know what I will be 'helping you with."

Rebekah sighed,"It's a long story."

"There was a family named Alberitious, they helped us and were sworn by loyalty to me and my family. They had a son named Xavier Alberitious, he was a charming man, Very deceiving as well. There family was known for being powerful witches and warlocks. It wasn't until later that I realized he was a sociopath."

Bonnie tilted her head at Rebekah,"You loved him."

Rebekah nodded,"But Like I said he was a sociopath. Incapable of feelings and any real emotion. He was a charmer, even Nik liked him. His presence was golden, he had a way with people. But people were just games to him."

Rebekah cut herself off, before sighing and continuing,"He stole something very precious to me, I need to find him."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes,"Is he a vampire?"

Rebekah nodded,"When he turned he didn't have feelings to be amplified so his charm and deceitful ways were instead amplified. Once you locate him I need you to put a spell on me that will keep my mind clear from any of his attempts to sway me."

Bonnie shook her head vehemently,"I never even agreed to help you."

Rebekah glared at the girl in the bed, her voice going cold,"My patience is limitless Bonnie, unlike my authority."

Rebekah squeezed Bonnie's throat slightly, her nails digging into the witch's warm flesh. Bonnie was too weak to use magic, and her air supply was depleting rapidly. Bonnie scratched at her throat trying to get the blonde original to loosen her grip. Rebekah released her, a small smirk forming on her face as Bonnie swallows large amounts of air.

Bonnie places her hand, on her throat. Looking up at the blonde original with unwavering defiance.

"Now, to continue, I can give you, along with recognition, Elyon's pendant."

Bonnie examined, the old necklace. Feeling large sums of power radiating off it, she saw something about it in Emily's grimoire.

"What is it?"

Rebekah raised an eyebrow,"For being a descendant of Emily and Ayanna you sure are uneducated."

Bonnie glared sharply at her, which Rebekah only laughed at.

"This amulet holds the power of hundreds of witches. It will also keep those pesky dead witches at bay."

Bonnie unconsciously, ran a hand over a bruise on her forearm.

"Something that holds that much magic must be dark."

Rebekah shook her head,"The amulet was created for Serena Bennett, her mother was dying and gave her daughter one last gift before she passed her powers. Unfortunately, Serena was robbed and the necklace was stolen by another witch who used dark magic. She absorbed powers of thousands of witches before dying by the hands of a vampire. You see the amulet itself is pure and untainted, however the person who holds the amulet wasn't."

Bonnie glared at her,"You can't bait me."

"So you would rather keep having nose bleeds forever? Or have dead witches torture you when they decide that you aren't following their rules? Bonnie I'm not an idiot, those witches were warning you away from something. Like you trying to fix your mother's vampiric ways."

Bonnie froze, swallowing thickly.

"I don't need you." Bonnie snapped after momentarily considering what Rebekah said. Standing up, she rushed to gather herself before exiting the bedroom. Surprisingly Rebekah sat there, watching the witch leave without even attempting to stop her.

Rebekah smirked, she knew Bonnie would be back. The seed was already planted in the witch's mind. Rebekah instead leaned back and listened as the witch exited the house.

Bonnie was already outside the mansion, her head still reeling slightly from all the motion. Pausing slightly, her eyes fell on a tall lanky, but muscular form moving towards her. He moved with grace and dominance, that left Bonnie slightly breathless.

"Elijah."

"Ms. Bennett, are you unwell, would you like me to escort you home?" He asked emotionless.

As much as Bonnie wanted to tell him to go to hell, she couldn't. Her body was too weak, to make the journey by herself. Pushing down her pride and gulping audibly, she answered with a gentle yes.

Elijah walked beside me, his aura radiating confidence and power. Bonnie snuck glances at him from the corner of her eye. Her mother was dead because of him. Even though that was certainly the case, Bonnie couldn't resist admiring his cold beauty.

"My mother is a vampire," She spat, she couldn't hold back the anger in her voice.

"My family was at danger, you understand of course." Elijah Responded like that justified everything.

"Understand?" The young witch seethed.

Elijah sighed,"You are loyal to your friends I am loyal to my family. You would have done the same in my position." Elijah assured her.

Bonnie opened her mouth, then shut it angrily. Begrudgingly admitting to herself, that he was right. It still didn't ease any of her pain.

"Besides you are still friends with the Salvatore, when they decided who's life they were going to end over a coin toss."

Bonnie stopped walking, immediately.

"What?"

Elijah stayed silent for a moment,"You didn't know."

"But you did...they decided my life was worth a coin toss?" Her voice sounded broken, and tears gathered in her emerald eyes. She swallowed, forcing the tears away, standing straighter she kept walking towards her home.

Every now and then this happened. Bonnie would falter and step, and her throat would close in raw pain. Nobody really noticed because she was Bonnie Bennett, strong little Bonnie Bennett, dependable. Plus everyone faltered in step time and time again. Except for Bonnie, this was a big deal. She prided herself on standing straight, on being what everyone thought she was. Strong.

Elijah didn't comment on her moment, he knew she would only snap at him. Elijah only recently found out when he heard Damon on the phone with Stefan, talking about weather they should tell the witch or not. Elijah took it upon himself to break the news to her. He didn't want to hurt her, no, he wanted her to see she shouldn't stand for being used.

He had been in that position, and being used hurt.

Elijah admired the young girl, she was strong and beautiful. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before. Whereas her friends held more of a classic beauty, she held an exotic look. Something you could never get tired of looking at. He would ask Rebekah later why, she was at their home. Rebekah would probably try to avoid answering him, but eventually she would tell him.

They reached the Bennett residence, and Bonnie disappeared inside the house with silence. Elijah watched her, he couldn't help the feelings burning in his chest. He decided he liked Bonnie, not physically, even though she certainly was attractive. With her petite size, but shapely body.

No he liked her, because she was like him. He silently made it upon himself to protect the young witch, before disappearing into the night.